You Little Squirt! - Alina Voss & Jack Vegas

Alina lingers outside, waiting on Jack to roll up. The second his car door creaks open she aims straight through the window and unleashes a messy gush that sprays over the dash and leaves Jack dripping in his seat. Inside, Jack corners her. "What the fuck was that?" She just grins, bites her lip, and asks if he liked getting soaked, brags she’s been practicing her spray like a porn star. He grumbles, half-impressed, half-pissed, and she drops the idea: want a front-row seat? Moments later she’s bent over his couch, shorts around her ankles, pumping her fingers until another hot jet explodes out and hits his chest. He yanks his pants down, slams into her without grace, fucks her rough and fast. Every time she cums, another squirt spatters his thighs and soaks the cushions. Alina laughs, filthy and proud, while Jack pounds every slick inch, too turned on to care that he’s getting drenched in her mess.